Just a Dream
By Charlotte (rainydayz_100@hotmail.com)

You take a long drawl from your newly lighted cigarette. It’s been a long night. The club your in is filled with smoke. You order a shot of vodka but you have no money. The barman refuses to serve you and you start shouting. After your outburst you bow your head, preparing to spend the evening alone.

 

But someone joins you, “Hey, cheer up, it might never happen.” His deep, husky voice reminds you of someone but you don’t look up, instead you reply him with “Yeah right, well news mate, it already has.” He leaves you, so once again you’re left alone.

            

            You look up to see the man who talked to you, he’s sat on the table nearest to you. You can’t believe it. It was Julian Casablancas, lead singer of the Strokes. You stand up and make your way to the table, wanting to apologise but you stand up too quickly and the room becomes blurred and your head is dizzy and you collapse at the feet of Julian himself.

 

            You wake up. Faces surround you. Familiar faces, but none of your friends, just faces of rockstars, popstars – stars full stop. Julian is knelt beside you. 

“Hey, hey are you ok?” he murmurs. 

“Um, yeah I think so,” you mumble back, “just a bit of a headache.”

“I think it was a bit more than just a bit of headache. You need some rest.” He looks concerned, “do you live around here?”

“Er…yeah sort of, about a thousand miles away in England.” He laughs though you weren’t intending it as a joke.

“Well you better come back to my place then,” he says as he smiles, “so you get rest.”

 

            You can’t believe it. Julian carries you outside, insisting you can’t walk to his apartment, even though his apartment is next-door-but-one away from the club itself.

He struggles with the lock and pushes the door, still with you in his arms. The doorknob is digging into your arm but you hardly notice because Julian’s soft grip on you is pleasing you too much. 

 

He finally opens the door but he pushed so hard you both end up on the cold, bare floor. His legs end up either side of you and your arms are around his neck. He shuts the door using his left foot and you hear it click onto the lock. You pull him to your lips and kiss him. It ends in a passionate embrace. But he pulls away after a few minutes. You think you have done something wrong but he whispers,

“Can you hear something?”

You listen and hear a groan. Suddenly you hear a shriek, making out the name ‘Fab’. Of course, Julian isn’t the only one who lives here, Fab Moretti, the Strokes’ drummer also lives here. He and Drew are obviously making out aswell.

 

            Julian gets up and offers you hand so you too can follow him. He doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you to his bedroom. You imagine Julian as one for leaving his bed untidy and yesterday boxers on the floor, but when you walk into his room it looks surprisingly tidy. The freshly made bed and clean sheets appeal to you both and a mili-second glance between you both says it all.

 

            Julian pushes you onto the bed and kisses you. Your hands reach under his worn ‘Nirvana’ t-shirt. You grab onto the hem and pull it over his head, whilst he

takes off your Converses. You unzip your jacket to reveal your black lacy bra, you didn’t have a clean t-shirt to wear this morning, as he takes off his vintage jeans. He climbs back onto the bed and you laugh at his Simpsons boxers. He laughs with you but soon focuses on taking your own jeans off. He unzips the fly and pulls them down to your knees. You pull Julian up to you and kiss him once again. He kisses harder and softer then harder again. You kick your jeans off and take your hands away from Julian to take off your panties. He sits up so you don’t have to struggle but also inviting you to take his pants off too. You do so and then sit back and look at him. He looks so hott! He reaches forward and put his arms around you and takes off your bra so you are both naked. 

 

            The kisses last longer this time. More passionate but frantic, making his way into you. It’s such bliss you hardly remember all the bits inbetween, just the end, when you feel him cum in you, and he lays beside you panting and whispers in your ear,

“I can’t believe it. I’m in love. I’m in love with a girl who I don’t even no the name of.”

You struggle to understand what he says but then you smile. You tell him your name and he repeats it several times so he remembers, after all, this is Julian Casablancas, who hardly remembers the time of day – well he gives that impression anyway.

 

            You lay there in his arms as he fiddles with your hair.

“Your so beautiful.” he says.

“Your not bad yourself.” You reply. He laughs and reaches to kiss you one last time before he goes to sleep.

“Night sexy.” He mutters. You don’t answer because you are so sleepy. You fall asleep on his chest listening to his heartbeat, whilst he thinks about you, and what you have both done. He smiles and drifts into a blissful sleep.

 

*************

            You wake up but keep your eyes closed. Your still tired but realise last night must have been a dream. You run your hands through your hair but stop instantly. You feel a pressure across your waist. You open your eyes and look at your own hands to make sure its not one of your own. Two hands appear in front of your eyes.

You sit up and look around. You see a tangle of dark brown hair peeping over the covers. You smile and hope. You take away the duvet and see the familiar face of the rockstar you made love to. It wasn’t a dream. You shake Julian and whisper in his ear,

“Jules baby, wake up!”